I had a weird dream last night. It was pretty corny. I dreamt that I was hugging this stranger who looked very familiar and crying my guts out. No conversation, but just mutual huggings - for quite a long period of time. 

I felt better after the sleep. (I hope I really did) Woke up at 1030 with no intentions of watching my frog show, but watched it while painting - apparently more interested in Mingdao than the empty canvas in my face. 

I feel like I'm screwing things up. I need to press on. 

Actually, I'm lying, I don't feel any better.

give me a push

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all for the love for shawn tiangster, i'm actually doing functions for him. OMG.